So little in his purse, so much upon his back

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.

A legal thief, a bloodless murderer, A fiend incarnate, a false usurer.

'Mongst all these stirs of discontented strife, O, let me lead an academic life; To know much, and to think for nothing, know Nothing to have, yet think we have enow.

There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.

Perfection is the child of time…